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“You’re staring,” I say, watching him from the doorway.
He strokes his cock, his eyes burning into mine, and my own throbs between my legs. “You’d be staring too if you had my view.”
I mean, I have my own view, and to be fair, Iamstaring. Jasper strokes his cock again, and without thought, my feet carry me to him.
He moves his hand away from his cock, then pats his thigh. “Up, baby boy.”
Handing him the lube, I crawl into his lap. The rough hair of his legs tickles the backs of my thighs, and my cock brushes his. I nearly groan, my eyes fluttering.
Jasper smirks. He knowsexactlywhat he does to me. But I also know I get to him too, so I lean forward, trapping our cocks together between us, and press my lips to his.
As soon as our mouths connect, he groans, gripping my ass cheek as he slips his tongue past my lips. We haven’t done nearly enough kissing, I’m finding. I mean, in all reality, we’ve done plenty. But it never seems to be enough. It never seems to fill my need for him.
I should have known this would never stay a friends-with-benefits thing. My need for him is too big, my desire to be his too overwhelming. It’s even bigger than my belief that I don’t deserve him. I don’t think I could survive without Jasper Tate.
My hips move, my cock dragging over Jasper’s. It’s dry and just this side of painful, and Jasper must have the same thought because he pushes me back gently, then pops the cap on the lube, squeezing it over our cocks.
I gasp at the shock of cold as Jasper pulls me back to him, sealing our lips together again.
This time when I grind against him, the lube eases the movement, and the way our cocks are sliding over each other has me nearly mindless.
Jasper uses his grip on my ass to help me along, moaning when I rock my hips and our heads catch against each other.
“That’s it, baby boy,” he murmurs.
His fingers creep closer to my hole, and I shudder in anticipation. A dry fingertip brushes over my hole, and I jerk forward, rubbing myself against him harder.
“Lube,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”
Jasper groans, fumbling for the lube. His hand disappears from my ass, then the lube is being snapped open. Seconds later, a cool, wet finger is being pressed to my hole.
“You’re gonna ride my fingers, baby boy. Then you’re gonna ride my cock, and we’re not stopping until you’re covering me in your cum and that sweet little hole has milked me dry, yes?”
I groan, shuddering hard. “Yeah, yes. Please?”
Jasper doesn’t move, and I’m starting to get impatient when he huffs a laugh. “I told you, baby boy. You’re gonna ride my fingers. Go ahead.”
His meaning hits me, and I choke out a moan, my already overheated body breaking out in a sheen of sweat. “Fuck,” I gasp, pressing backward and down on his finger.
It’s not enough, and after a couple of seconds, I’m begging for more. “Give me two or even three. I can take it. I can take you. Please, Jasper. Please.”
A second finger joins the first. “You don’t have to beg, baby boy. I’ll give you what you need.”
I roll my hips, trying to get his fingertips to hit my prostate. And when I get it right, I jolt in his arms, my body tingling. “Ungh.That’s… fuck.”
My head falls forward, my forehead pressing against his shoulder. My cock drags over his as I rock on his fingers. The stretch intensifies, and I realize he’s added a third finger.
A loud moan tears from my throat, and I’m pretty sure I’m leaking against his cock and his stomach with each thrust.
I need his cock. I need him deep inside of me. Like I’ve never needed anything before.
I raise up enough that his fingers slip out of me. My hole pulses, contracting around nothing as I grind into him. “Fuck. Your cock,” I rasp.
Jasper grips my ass, lifting me just enough that he can line his cock up with my hole. I sink down on him quickly, greedy for it. Dying for it, really. We let out simultaneous moans when my ass hits his thighs and he’s buried deep.
I shift a little, adjusting to his size. His fingers were great, and I’m plenty stretched, but it’s always a bit of a shock when I first take him all the way in.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lift myself up, then drop back down again. Jasper’s breath catches, and I moan, then do it again.
